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I am Pela Ngan (Pela) Schoel

Birth Date: March 14
Place of Birth: District 6
Residence: District 3
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 95lbs
Measurements: 32 A size 0 pant
Clothing Sizes / Styles: I like to wear clothes
Hair Color: Red
Hair Length: Short or rather medium?
Eye Color: Grey
Handedness : Yes I have two
Jewelry: Its shiny
Tattoos: none
General Appearance: I have been called sickly skeletal diseased; and if they saw my burn scar they are left speechless. Their faces contorted in to something that I can only describe as grotesque. My body has been drained of sunlight, my skin my hair even my eyes have been drained of its color. It hates me for it. It burns my eyes and my skin; only the darkness would welcome me.
Relationship with Family: NO they don’t exist any more only their blood…their blood is still on my hands. Ten years and their blood is still here.
Other Important Details: Isaac has described my scar as looking like a flower in a strange demented way I suppose he’s right.

Relationship with Family: NO they don’t exist any more only their blood…their blood is still on my hands. Ten years and their blood is still here.
Key Family / Relatives: they’ve been taken by demons, the demons took them and I watched. All I could do was watch.
Relationship with Friends: Isaac it hurts….help me….save me.
Key Friends: Isaac is my friend
Key Enemies: I don’t have enemy’s I just don’t particularly like anyone else.
Educational History: I know everything even though I’m still learning. I learn by doing, that’s how I learn things. I have yet to run into something I cannot figure out.
Work History: I worked as an apprentice for my Opa. Un till they took my Opa too.
Skills: I see things and I learn them, in my own way. Were you not paying attention earlier when I told you that?
Phobias / Fears: The lightning it was the most painful form of torture that they did creating the hideous growth of a scar on my right side. I can’t over come this irrational feeling it blinds me.
Bad Habits / Vices: I have this uncanny ability of other people losing me. I don’t know why. One second I’m thinking and the next you’ve lost me.
Quirks: Isaac said “wearing red shoes every day is just one of your quirks” you can believe him if you’d like to. Its not like I can say anything that you’d understand to change your mind.
Best Qualities: Id have to say my mind. Everyone seems to want it.
Worst Qualities: I fear I may have been touched by chaos.
Morality / Ethics: If you make me cry ill stab your eye and if you threaten my love then ill take your heart
Style of Speech: Well there’s the language using the noises I can manage to make that Isaac came up with and I usually mix that with sign language or I write it down.
Commonly Used Words / Slang / Jargon: …………

Key Childhood Experiences: My parents and relatives were killed before my eyes.
Key Teenage Experiences: I was captured and tortured for un knowingly helping the rebellion. When they found out my cleverness my affliction they wanted it. But when I had refused them even though I was mutilated and in pain. I didn’t have the information about the rebellion and I have no desire to help the murderer of my loved ones. If they couldn’t have my mind and its cleverness no one could. That’s when they had decided to turn me into an Avox. Fine by me, now you can never have my mind.
After I saw enough I managed an escape plan. I ran and didn’t stop running; the adrenaline had taken a hold of me. You had tried to stop me but I had seen all of your tricks before. My feet bled and my throat dried; but eventually I lost you. The days blended together as I hid avoiding you and the rebels; I hate both of you.
I had lost my self in the days until that day in District 3. He was dieing I knew that he was going to die, the sparks flying from the water the people holding his head under the water. It was much like my own tortures and demons come to life. I don’t remember what happened to them. But they where gone when I came back around. He wasn’t moving…except for the spasms caused by the shocks. What kind of idiot makes something to shock them selves?
After I had lifted him out of the water and dropped him on the ground, I looked to see if he was breathing. He wasn’t, good thing I’m was form district 6 I guess. Everything like this was second nature; except for the strange contraption he had on. I think it was designed to shock others but it seems to have back fired this time. I knew what to do, I was experience; but I remember being nervous. I couldn’t get him to cough up the water. So I slapped him which wasn’t very professional of me but its not like I could yell at him. Thankfully that seemed to do the trick. His eyes fluttered and snapped open; he jolted up right and turned to the left to vomit up the water and something that looked like it may have been lunch. And that’s how we met, Isaac and I. Granted he didn’t understand me at first but he came up with a language all our own; just for me. He came up with a new life for me.